| Chapter 7 |
| Alex took the key-card from Katrina�s hand and swiped it through the lock. The locked clicked, he pushed down on the handle, pushed the door open, then pulled Katrina through the doorway. He kicked the door closed and drew her back toward him in one motion. He kissed her hard on the mouth and growled, �are you gonna need any help getting this off?� Before she could answer, he was unzipping the back of her dress and tugging downward on the fabric. �Uh, gimme a couple minutes, OK?� she said, holding his face in her hands and looking deep into his eyes. He looked back at her and sighed. �A couple minutes. Sure.� He kissed her lightly on the forehead. �Sorry�I�m just really�excited.� �I can tell!� she taunted. �I�ll be right back, don�t go anywhere,� she warned as she stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. �Oh, OK. And�I promise not to start without you,� he called back. He took a deep, frustrated breath and adjusted himself. He looked around the room. Good, a balcony, he thought aloud as he pulled his pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his overshirt. He stepped out onto the balcony and lit up, inhaling deeply. At least the rain had stopped. He craned his neck, peering back into the room. He wanted to know the minute she got out of that bathroom. Katrina stood in front of the bathroom mirror, attempting to do something with her wet hair and smeared makeup. She wiped away the ring of mascara from under her eyes with a little moisturizer, then did the same with her wayward lipstick. Well, actually, there wasn�t much of it left after the makeout session in the car. She grinned to herself about that. What the heck, her porcelain skin looked great, even without makeup. Good genes. She fluffed her hair and scrunched it, coaxing the curls back into shape. Kat took a long look at herself, wondering what he would be doing when she opened the door. She thought for a moment, then donned her thigh-length black satin robe over her silver bra and thong panties. They weren�t dry yet, but she didn�t want to take them off. And she sure didn�t want to make things too easy for Alex. |
| Katrina shut off the bathroom light and slowly opened the door. She peeked out into the living area of the suite, looking for Alex. He wasn�t there. She scowled slightly and ventured out into the room. She caught a whiff of cigarette smoke and knew immediately where she would find him. Kat tiptoed to the balcony, ready to sneak up on him, but he turned at the last second and caught her in the act. A cigarette hung from his lips, and he squinted slightly as the smoke whisped upward into his eyes. �Hey,� he said, grinning. He rubbed his eyes, then noticed what she was wearing. �Oh, wow.� He reached for her. �Whatcha doing out here? Besides smoking, of course,� she asked, noticing the contents of his pockets and wallet littered all over the small table. He had taken off his boots and paired them neatly next to the table, then stuffed his socks into them. His damp overshirt hung over the back of the chair. He chuckled, embarrassed. �Uh�well�I�m actually looking for�� he held up a trio of small square packages, each displaying the word Trojan ��these�. �Oh,� she said, feeling her cheeks flush briefly. She was glad he was prepared, but it also made her wonder how often he did this kind of thing. �I�m actually kinda surprised I have any. I haven�t really needed them for a long time�� he said, pushing everything to one side of the rain spattered table. �Come here, you�� he commanded, pulling her to him. He sat her on the edge of the table, facing him. He crushed out his cigarette and flicked it over the wall. This time he didn�t care where it landed. �Mmmm, � he groaned, wedging his torso between her knees. �Now�where were we?� He kissed her deeply, then pulled away. �Hey�I know I have some stuff, but�are you, ya know�on something?� It took a moment for it to register with her. |
| �Oh, yeah. I�m covered,� she answered dreamily. She had been taking birth control pills for years, even though her last serious boyfriend was two years ago�practically ancient history. She�d also had only a single one-night stand in her whole entire life, and that had been on New Year�s Eve the winter before. She was definitely ready for him tonight. Technically, then�she was well on her way toward her second one-night stand. �Good,� he said, then lifted her off the table. She couldn�t believe he was strong enough to pick her up. He carried her effortlessly to the couch and sat her down, still kissing her. �Damn�� he interrupted. �Now, you have to give me a minute - be right back,� he said, then scurried off to the bathroom. He didn�t close the door, and she was amused that she could hear him using the toilet. Just a guy, a regular guy�she thought as she heard him flush. She was happy to hear him wash his hands. OK, so maybe he�s not a regular guy after all, she mused. It even sounds like he used soap! The thought made her chuckle aloud. He emerged from the bathroom and practically flew toward the couch. He plopped down next to her and grinned widely. �Now I�m ready to get nasty!� Katrina grinned back and decided to surprise him. He�d been taking the lead all night, so now it was her turn. She smiled wickedly and threw one leg over his lap to straddle him. Once in place and facing him, she teased him a little by squirming on his lap, making her lower body conform as tightly to his as possible. �Holy crap,� he moaned, his eyes widening. He put his hands on her waist as she leaned in and kissed him hard. She took his hands and roughly moved them up to her breasts. Her robe gaped open slightly in the front, causing him to utter a string of unintelligible but vulgar sounds as he began groping her breasts. She was truly amused by the fact that she had outdone and undone the master. He, however, had apparently lost the ability to form complete words. |
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